Ten thousand men dressed in oxford blue
That your mama wouldn't disapprove
Some of 'm goin' down
Ten thousand women all dressed in white
Ten thousand men on the move
Hey, who could your lover be?
Ten thousand men looking so lean and frail
Ten thousand men dressed in oxford blue
Let me eat off his head so you can really see
Spilling my buttermilk, sweeping it up with a broom
Ten thousand women all sweepin' my room
Ten thousand men digging for silver and gold
Baby, thank you for my tea
Drummin' in the morning
Some of 'm gonna get killed
Each one of 'em got seven wives
Ooh, baby, thank you for my tea
None of them doing nothin'
Ten thousand men looking so lean and frail
Ten thousand women all dressed in white
Ten thousand women all sweepin' my room
Standin' at my window wishing me goodnight
Ten thousand men digging for silver and gold
Ten thousand men on the move
Each one of 'em just out of jail
All clean shaven, all coming in from the cold
Hey, who could your lover be?
In the evening they'll be coming for you
